Italian Coffee Dance
Been thinking a lot about Italy lately, and how much I miss it, and my dear friend who lives just outside of Milan. Strangely, when I think of our trip to northern Italy, the food that comes to mind isn’t pasta or wine or even risotto — it’s chocolate croissants and cappuccino. Each and every morning began at a coffee bar, usually at Milano Centrale train station, where there were no tables or chairs — something we are acutely unaccustomed to here in the states. The ritual began as we lined out the door to wait to order and pay, then…shuffled to the next line for our pastry…shuffled to the next line for our cappuccino…squeezed our way up to the bar for an uber-quick consumption, then we were on our way as the next coffee monsters pushed their way up to the bar. It’s one of the most efficient processions I’ve ever been in!